Need to stop going to sleep after 2 am. It's hell. I'm exhausted. Tonight, I'm so going to bed early. Christ, I'm tired. ( Read more... )

I have the urge to pick up an accoustic guitar and write preposterously sad songs. I'm not sure what I'm doing right now, I guess I'll decide that when I've stopped seeing so much red. Trying to reason with me right now would be a bad idea. I'm torn, between staying and leaving. I don't know what I'm going to do, and I don't like it ( Read more... )